42. Linc

42

LINC

I hear P open the bathroom door and look over in time to see her strip her shirt off over her head and climb in with me.

Her face has an expression I don’t recognize as she puts her hands under my arms, holding onto me and pressing her body to mine, laying her head on my chest as the water sprays over us.

I place my hand flat on the tile, bracing us as she holds onto me, and I know something is very wrong.

“P, what’s the matter?”

I lean my chin down on her shoulder and hold onto her, feeling her pulling away from me even as she clings tightly.

“I have to go, Linc.”

I lift my head, and she does the same, looking me in the eyes. “Go where?”

“California. Maybe. Somewhere. Anywhere but here.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” What is going on?

“Lola is quitting her job and moving away. She wants me to go with her.”

I stare at her, raising one eyebrow in disbelief as I try to process what she’s telling me. “What the fuck? Are you in love with my sister now?”

She shoves my chest backward slightly, and I recover fast. “Unfortunately, I only like dick.”

“You sure?”

She shakes her head at me, the smile on her face painfully beautiful. “I need to go. She’s right. I’m not ready for whatever this is between us. I need to figure things out, and so do you.”

My jaw ticks and part of me wants to find my sister and scream at her, but I’m assuming this new development is my fault from earlier today. Although, I’m also really fucking proud of her. I just didn’t think she would take P away from me. “You don’t have to move across the country. We can figure it out together.”

“How? By hate-fucking every chance we get and never really talking?”

“You want to talk?”

She shakes her head slowly, the water dripping down her face. “No. I don’t have the energy for it right now. There’s so much to process and sift through. I need time.”

I pull her back to me, her hands holding my back and one of mine smoothing over her wet hair. “I don’t want you to go.”

“But you can’t really ask me to stay, right?”

I hold her body to mine, feeling the loss already. “Right. If this is what you need, then you need to go. I can’t and won’t stop you.”

Her nose rubs against my chest as she nods her head, her eyes lifting. “I’ll always love you, no matter what, Linc. But just like you can’t ask me to stay, I can’t ask you to wait for me.”

“That your way of telling me you’re going to whore around California?” The thought of anyone else touching her makes me sick and furious with jealousy.

It’s a dick thing to say, one I shouldn’t, but she just laughs. “Who knows?”

I growl and press her back against the shower wall. “You’ll always think of me.”

She lifts up on her toes and bites my bottom lip. “Always.”

“I’ll always think about you.”

Her lips slide into a playful smirk. “You gonna whore around Kansas?”

My hand twists in her hair as I tip her head back and kiss down her neck. “Probably.”

“Think of me.” The whisper makes me way hotter than it should as I drive into her for the second time of the day, unable to get enough.

Because I’ll never get enough of her.